Working (and eating) from home

Cereal is an addictive substance

I had a somewhat traumatic lunch today. I really, really, really wanted a smoothie, but someone forgot to fill the ice cube tray after she made herself an iced coffee yesterday.

Okay. It was me. I hate myself.

So, with one ice cube and a fridge full of complete nonsense, I decided to have my snack first and a smoothie this afternoon after the ice cubes set up. I poured myself a very small bowl of cereal with some strawberries:

I know. It doesn’t look like there is any cereal in there. But there is, I promise. See:

Right there. That’s a whole grain flake. And if you look really closely, you’ll find a raisin, too.

Anyway, the problem with this plan is – and I believe I’ve discussed this before – that I can’t stop at just one bowl of cereal, much less just one very small bowl of cereal. I always have a lot of milk left, because I don’t like milk, so I have to go back and add some more cereal so as not to waste the milk. Wasting the milk would be just wrong.

Needless to say, I went back and refilled my little bowl twice, which equals a normal bowl of cereal and thus, a lunch. No smoothie for me.

You know, I said that same thing to a table full of sophomore girls in high school and got the most appalled looks ever. They were disgusted that someone would actually refill a bowl of cereal with leftover milk from the first bowl. I was bathed in shame.

Rachel – I have a cat, and my vet told me you should never ever give them milk – their stomachs can’t digest it properly. It gives them stomach aches and yucky bathroom stuff.